I take pride in never being rude to anyone on this earth, which contains a great number of unbearable villains who set upon you to recount their sufferings and even recite their poems.

Where words leave off, music begins.

I will not say that women have no character; rather, they have a new one every day.

The sun's sweet ray is hovering discovered.

High in the air rises the forest of oaks, high over the oaks soar the eagle, high over the eagle sweep the clouds, high over the clouds gleam the stars... high over the stars sweep the angels.

God will pardon me. It is His trade.

Thought is invisible nature.